Ember
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T'san Iskierka Dy'shi Jazheera Ae'on Nephele Qaena K'dem Eikane
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Post by Ember on Jan 29, 2010 7:26:21 GMT -5
At least I’m not the only one trying to do something. The mental voice had an edge of annoyance. Nuoth’s wings fluttered a little and she looked around her. Some were already listening to the suggestions of both Hers and the other weyrling and that was good. The tension in the crowd was easy to sense and it was only making things worse. You did want something to happen. Does it matter whether people listen more to me or to him? As usual her green had sense. Nephele turned her attention to those nearest her. One of them being Erilena. “You be careful too, Lena,” she said before her friend began moving through the crowd to the back. What they’d do without supplies she had no idea, but any experience dealing with injuries that might occur would be good.
Without her friend nearby Nephele found herself getting antsy already. Not because of danger to herself but because she didn’t know what was going on with Erilena. If anything happened to her watching over her rider would be Feyrianth’s first response, not telling Nuoth what may have happened. Never mind that the back was one of the safer places in the hatching grounds at the moment….Nephele was still concerned. Her anxiety got to the point that Mother fluttered down to her shoulder and chirped reassuringly, putting his all into making his happy again. The idea occurred to her then and she shook her head at such an easy solution. She called down Charming, the smartest of her bunch, and asked him to look after Erilena and help her if needed. He waited a moment before going as he assessed the situation. Fair enough.
Charming flitted through the air, above the heads of people and around mostly grown dragons. He spotted the one his girl had pictured to him and he swooped down and landed on her shoulder with a flirtatious chirp. Pretty. Pretty went with him well, didn’t she agree? He watched as more people arrived that had the same purpose as his perch. A healer’s convention!
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Eikane yawned greatly, eyes remaining closed afterwards as he resisted the urge to just curl up next to his wher and sleep. The gold nudged him and he blinkingly opened his eyes. Gngh. How inconsiderate to keep them awake. Couldn’t they just make a space for wherhandlers to go back to sleep or something? Its not like they would be much use in the day. To them it was like waking up a dragon rider in the middle of the night. It simply didn’t work. He felt Eikask’s annoyance at the blindfold but he tapped he merely tapped her head teasingly. Too bright for sensitive wher eyes, even if she was from wild stock.
When Nautic asked him about Dmitri, the older Harper visibly started. Where’d the kid get to now? If there was any time to actually protect him from something, this was it. He shook his head and used his height to his advantage to look around. How many ridiculously tall teenagers could there be in the weyr? He nodded at Nautic when he spoke his intention to…what? Grannies? The corners of his mouth tipped upwards briefly before settling back into a small frown. He spotted someone tall, might have been Dmitri and it might not have been. Noisy Brat’s, Nocturne confirmed privately. That’s what he called Dmitri’s salamandyr. He had to admit, it was an apt description.
Eikane would go over in a minute. Nautic had said he was coming back and he wasn’t rude enough to let the greenhandler come back to find he’d wandered off. Lo and behold, the shorter blonde was back and he smiled in greeting. “We’ll have to count on the fact that some of those kitchen ladies are scary enough to scare away anyone,” he joked lightly. It was a legitimate cause for concern though. Calls for a healer place was going up and a dragon bespoke him about entrance guards. Joy. Blind as they were, whers could still prove useful with their handlers around. Apparently the bronze rider tasked with keeping them safe agreed.
He was amused that he was approached instead of one of the older wherhandlers but he supposed that’s what a gold anything meant. He gave a half hearted salute as the bronze rider moved away. “Well, you heard him Nautic. Time to gather the wherhandlers. Dmitri’s over that way and we’ll need to be there anyways,” he said in his teacher’s voice. He placed a hand on his shoulder before making his way to the entrance, guiding his wher with thought and physical contact. Four at the stands entrance the rest at the main entrance…did the bronze rider know just how few whers there were right now? At any rate he considered what was at his disposal. The smaller colours ought to watch the door to the stands, for that’s all it was. They’d be most useful there and it was likely safer. That meant sending Dmitri and Nautic though…and he really was loathe to send either away. Tough. He’d deal. Eikask impressed upon Anzask and Yosk the need to go to the stands entrance. Defend. She then set about telling all the browns and bronzes to come guard the dragon entrance.
By that time Eikane had reached Dmitri and he spotted a bronzehandler nearby too. Good. “Dmitri,” he said by way of greeting. “I’ve orders to have the whers play guard duty. Take Dmisk to the stands entrance and have him keep people out. You won’t be alone…though I doubt you’ll like your company much.” Then he turned to Nautic and added, “I need you to go with him Nautic. You guys shouldn’t have to do much of anything with any luck.” Eikane paused and he looked at the both of them while Eikask ‘spoke’ to their whers as well. “Be careful you two.” With that he turned away from them and headed to the bronze handler. “I’m Eikane of gold Eikask. If I’m not much mistaken you’re one of the older wherhandlers. Eikask has called the other whers and we’ve orders to have them defend the entrance from people.” And didn’t it just feel so weird giving orders to others. A shiver ran up his spine as the dragon outside reacted to the threat.
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Dy’shi was probably one of the calmer people around. He lent the dimness of fear to Chakraith. The blue practically oozed a tranquil aura. He was mostly concentrating on not being knocked around too much. He was small and he didn’t much enjoy the idea of being trampled. Chakraith nosed him lightly to attract his attention to X’rx. He hadn’t noticed the waving but she had and she rather thought Hers would be glad to see the other weyrling. He waved back and followed his roommate towards the back until he spotted a familiar figure. He moved a little quicker to catch up to X’rx and said, “I’ll be just over there, alright?” He pointed to where one could just make out Eliah sitting by the stands separator. He looked like he could use with company and Dy’shi was no good with healing or anything.
He drifted towards Eliah but it was Chakraith who arrived first. She laid down nearby the candidate and his canine while Dy greeted him. “Hey. Seemed like you could use some company.” He normally would have sat in between Chakraith’s forelegs but instead he sat next to Eliah. Having the wall at his back only managed to make him feel safer rather than trapped and he managed a real smile.
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Post by tarra on Jan 29, 2010 8:17:10 GMT -5
The Fort riders did not fall for the ruse, and the bronze dropped to all fours again as he glared into the sky with wings mantled rebelliously, keeping up the show of his apparent stupidity. As the enemy green dropped in twirling circuits he saw what she was doing, and knew that she would find the wing. Had the enemy riders kept their focus on him, that might not have happened; but now that they were surveying the area in earnest it would be impossible to hide the wing from them. Still snarling, he reached out swiftly for another's mind - Kierjaath, the only other bronze of the wing, and by right his senior.
Kierjaath, she will see the others. And they have no chance against Fort riders dropping from above; somehow they must get above or at least on equal height. You have the better view of the sky - I ask that you judge the height, pass the image to the rest to leap between. I'll distract them whilst you make the leap. I defer to your good sense.
On this at least, he did - Morreliath, like any bronze, did not give up authority easily, but this was a life and death situation and he would trust the older dragon to know that. The green began to flame the bushes, the light wind driving the flames towards the trees. With a rumble the big bronze lunged at her in passing, pretending again that he had no flame - had been too absent-minded even to remember chewing firestone. The move placed him half out of the entrance, where he remained glaring at her departing figure even as he snapped a quick order to Cyclone at large.
Watch for Kierjaath's image, jump between when he says. Attack - fire and talon.
They were not weyrlings, and he did not remind them that the jump between would have to be made when they were somewhat clear of the trees. He knew they would not be able to attack long against these more experienced riders. They would have to strike, then jump between and regroup, strike again; wear the invaders down, harrying them. Hissing anger at the Fort greens taunts, he slipped forward a step further.
You think yourself charming? I have Chased queens, little-ling; I need not care for puny greens!
With a roar he lunged fully into the open. He was still very much in front of the vast entrance and his tail extended into it, but now there was open sky above him. Another roar ripped from his throat as he slammed his mindvoice with full force into the Fort dragons - an overwhelming wave of thought that matched the powerful depth of his verbal threat.
Come and fight me, Fort weaklings! I will see how you die!
It would, hopefully, give Cyclone the chance they needed to leap.
Back in the Hatching Grounds, S'kor had found his way to the entrance again, gratified to see that Eikask was getting the whers to move and the senior weyrlings, though not entirely following Morreliath's words, were regrouping either around the 'healer's' corner or at the entrance behind the whers as requested. He took his place with the frontline whers, quick hands slipping gloves from his pouch and slipping them on even as he spoke.
"Wherhandlers, don't stand directly at the entrance, leave space for Morry - he'll have to jump back if anything happens," his gloves slid into place, the sharp metal studs on them dull, heavy, dangerous, "Whers in pairs - please - arrange yourselves across the pathway. Work together, look out for each other. You'll stand more chance of success. "
He pinpointed another youngster nearby, "You, get to Meira and ask her to ask Jingth to help with keeping the weyrlings calm. Morry's given orders, but he's occupied - someone must be able to help keep things 'round here."
The bronzerider looked around once more as he drew his sword, trying not to think of how his heart was sinking even as he did. Weyrlings, candidates, children and women; outside, a wing matched against riders with twice their brutality and experience. What chance did any of them stand of getting out of this alive? His eyes hardened as he moved up and down the forming line of whers; he was bronzerider, he could not show fear. Turning, he grabbed the two nearest non-weyrlings and non-wherhandlers he could find.
"You and you, go through the crowd and look for anyone willing to fight. Send them here to me. Go."
(OOC > Have spoken to Lotty and it's ok for Cyclone riders to assume Kierjaath has given the image and they can go between. Will post for Katar later.)
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 29, 2010 18:21:38 GMT -5
Someone is going to hear you Rinagth. J’on commented in an attempt to quiet his dragon, who was hissing horribly and flexing her talons in the dirt, leaving furrows in the soft earth. There was no doubt that the green was working herself into a fine temper tantrum at exactly the wrong time. She had better not be thinking about Rising again…
Rinagth flared her wings indignantly and turned her head, blasting her rider with a snort of firestone scented breath. Well why must the great bronze ego tell us what to do as if we are all foolish like him?[/color] the green demanded with red facets sparkling in her eyes.
J’on gave a heartfelt little groan, Rinagth was never usually like this about bronzes, golds, yes, Rinagth hated all the useless fat shinies from the smallest flit to Millieth herself, but she normally couldn’t wait to do as any male asked her and flirt and simper while she was at it. Maybe she was just off males since Inocenth had left scars on her perfect hide (according to Rina anyway, J’on couldn’t see anything). look Rina can’t you just stay quiet for a while? I’m sure Morreliath didn’t mean to be insulting. He just has rather a lot to think about at the moment. Save your anger for the fortians love. They deserve it so much more but they’ll hear you if you keep hissing like that.
Rinagth’s hissing and wing flaring subsided as she thought for a moment about whether or not she was going to be placated. oh fine, that idiot bronze says to mount up.[/color] she huffed effectively distracted by the promise of an upcoming battle, and no silly queens were going to be fighting were they? No, because they couldn’t even chew firestone, poor creatures. Rinagth’s eyes flashed a strange mix of colours that could only be called vindictive; she was going to show them all.
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Yosk’s head snapped from side to side focusing on each new voice, each unidentified sound, and still Yoalla sat quietly beside the wher on the sands, not moving, not lifting her head. For a moment the green wondered if her handler had gone back to sleep. A rustling beside her and a pat on her neck made Yosk reconsider.
‘Not sleeping, just listening to the chatter.’ Yoalla assured her wher, catching the edges of Yosk’s worries. ‘No one could sleep through this noise now could they?’ Yoalla asked rhetorically, it seemed everyone had a set of orders, and non of them were ’stay calm please.’, which would certainly be Yoalla’s first order/request to a crowd of armed and confused people, and Yoalla was pretty sure everyone here was armed with at least a belt knife, she’d certainly taken a few moments to grab weapons before she’d come down here, even if they weren’t obvious. Actually Yoalla looked more like she was about to go to a business appointment than a potential fight, well aside from the fact that she’d pulled on trousers rather than skirts and her shirt was barely open at all, but the collection of tacky, opulent, and generally tasteless jewellery adorning each arm and finger certainly served a purpose; the purpose of adding several pounds of weight to any blow she struck, and the stones in some of those awful rings should certainly leave a mark.
Now that she was certain her bonded was actually awake Yosk sent a question to Yoalla, which orders should they obey? Were they fighters, or healer, or neither? Where should they go? Yoalla’s reply was a shrug; she’d wait and see for a moment.
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Darya sat in the top tier of the stands, out of the worst of the chaos, yet able to keep an eye on things, which was currently all she was good for. She wasn’t a naturally comforting or calming personality, and frankly the atmosphere down on the sands was tense enough to make her want to drive one of the daggers she was carrying into the body of the nearest panicking person. This probably would not help the situation at all.
The fact was that something about the situation reminded her of the time that was commonly referred to as the siege of Selenitas (although the Weyr hadn’t been under siege exactly), and it was making her half battle crazy already. It wasn’t a feeling she was sure she was equipped to deal with since last time she’d felt like this she’d ended up nearly maiming her hand and Azrath had been in the middle of an explosion. Fortunately Azrath was also in the hatching grounds, and like his rider, trying not to take up too much space, perched as he was in one of the places dragons could watch a hatching from, so he wasn’t in any immediate danger this time. Although to judge by his presence in her mind Darya wouldn’t be able to keep him out of the fight this time around either.
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Keep still. J’on instructed his dragon very firmly indeed as soon as he caught sight of a pale green shape above them that was probably a scout for the enemy. Unfortunately Rinagth, though green, stood out somewhat among the trees, and movement on her part would be disastrous since golden yellow threads burst into life under her hide with every minor movement. It was beautiful, and Rinagth used it to her advantage on many an occasion, but right now it was just the thing to make them very noticeable indeed.
Idiot says go between when Kierjaath sends us the image. We will soon be out of here but I must move. We need a little height. with that warning Rinagth began snaking though places that most people would have sworn the green couldn’t fit through (J’on flattened himself down against her neck as much as he could) to get to a clearish place to get airborne.
J’on clenched his fists as Rinagth rose rapidly into clear air and took them between to wherever Kierjaath was sending them. He hated trips like this, not knowing where he was going to arrive always gave him the creeps.
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Yoalla ignored what was going on around her for the most part, as soon as someone had something to say that applied to her specifically she’d listen, until then, everyone could just leave her alone unless the felt like explaining everything that was going on in detail.
Yosk flicked her tail from side to side slowly, trying to work everything out to please her handler, she’d listen to Yosk if Yosk could find out what to do, she would.
If you’re not a Healer, you’re /in the way/,
Ah, it appeared they were to move. Yosk was pleased with her conclusion, and sprang to her feet ready to be praised for finding the right thing to do and doing it. But, Yoalla did no such thing. Yosk’s eyes swirled pale pink behind the blindfold she was wearing as she heard Yoalla’s growl of annoyance behind her.
‘I don’t know if you recall, but healers were ordered to the infirmary, so there aren’t likely to be too many of them here.’ The comment left Yoalla’s mouth before she even realised that the obnoxious comment-turned-command had come from a dragon, and a gold dragon at that.
For a moment Yoalla paused, not surprising considering that she’d spoken out of turn to a creature that was certainly large enough to swat her like an insect, if not actually swallow her whole. Well in for a thirty second in for the whole mark, Yoalla figured the gold’s rider wouldn’t actually let the gold eat her, and Yoalla was frustrated enough with the situation to gain idiot courage and stubbornness from somewhere. ‘We non healers aren’t actually as useless as you seem to think mistress. We all have a pair of hands and you don’t need much more than that to compress wounds and tie bandages, which like as not will be all we can do for people out here since I doubt anyone thought to bring a full medical kit with them.’ Yoalla glared as hard as she could at the dragon for a moment before a flush crept up her face as she realised she’d just been ticking off a dragon, and even worse, there was no one to hide behind. Still if it got her to press those fussing silly people into some kind of sensible work it might be worth being maimed by her own side.
Yosk slunk away from Yoalla in a guilty kind of way, the wher knew a losing battle when she saw one and hissing at golds wasn’t worth the effort. They were bigger, shinier, and much prettier, so of course they would win, and it was right that this was so. Eikask wanted her to go and watch a door, which would be harder without Yoalla but Yosk would go anyway, Yoalla could come when she was done hissing-at-golds.
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Darya rose from her perch in the stands and headed directly for the main entrance as soon as it seemed the main action was going to be taking place there. Plus someone she could get a few more details from might even be down there, S’kor for instance…
Darya moved through the crowds of weyrfolk like a hunting cat through trees, except that a hunting cat rarely had to gently push offending trees to one side as they impeded her progress, though only the most confused or panicked got in her way. If the bluerider’s movements weren’t enough of a threat her face certainly showed a frightening level of enthusiasm for combat in the form of sparkling eyes and a slight smile.
((If anyone spots a major crap up in here pretend you didn’t.))
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Jan 29, 2010 19:26:30 GMT -5
"Don't I know it." His mother could flay a fish with a single look, and though he'd never seen her do it, the Wherhandler would swear by it. Standing up a little as the Bronzerider came over, the blond rubbed his face with his hands. Didn't he know they were bone tired. It was midnight! Middayish! Whatever you wanted to call it. Crossing his arms as the Rider walked away, Nautic huffed unhappily. "Whatever." He followed the Goldhandler glumly, leading Nautsk after having picked up Mouse's cage. So there was Dmitri! He looked even worse than the rest of the Wherhandlers. Very beraggled. "Demi... did you get dragged here?" Nautic raised a hand in greeting. So close to the other Wherhandler it wasn't hard to pick him out from the crowd. He nearly towered over most of the humans after all.
"I can't promise that Nautsk will be able to help much." Turning to his Green, the Handler patted her gently on the shoulder. "Especially against humans. She can barely handle all of the emotions rolling around this place." He sighed, grumbling more to himself than the others. "Why do the Whers have to be the first line of defense, huh? Dragons are more snappy. Lets go Nautsk, at least we get to be paired with Dmisk." Looking over his shoulder at Eikane, he smiled. "You be careful too. I still need to make you that lunch." Nautic turned back to Dmitri. "Lets go." Nautsk didn't have her straps on, but he swung onto her neck anyways. As long as they weren't running, her stride was amazing, and it gave people more room when they weren't walking side by side.
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Lifting his head from his knees, Eliah offered the Weyrling a smile. "Oh, hey Dy'shi." Which reminded him. "Here. Emoyan was giving the Candidates one of these in case... I think you may need it more than I will." Pulling the blade out of his belt, the older boy stuck it point down in the sand next to Dy'shi. "Besides, I have my own." He never used them for much, but he kept a bootknife and a beltknife around for various causes. "I have to, what was it... Run into the corridors if anything happens, go as deep as I can and hide. Apparently they won't be able to find us candidates in there." Him pessimistic? No, of course not. He was just a big bundle of sunshine. Shrugging slightly, Eliah rested his chin on one of his knee once more.
"Oh... Hello to you too Chakraith. Sorry I didn't say hello sooner." Looking down as Rishin looked up violently, the Candidate furrowed his brow. Although he couldn't hear the wing beats like she could, the roaring outside was completely noticeable if you listened for it. Rocking to his toes, he took to a knee, bowing his head as he tried to listen. "Dy. I think it's starting." Gathering Rishin into a hug as the Canine pressed up against him, Eliah sighed into her coat. Great. Just what everyone needed, more fighting.
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Fortunately she had been able to find Meiriad. Kaegan felt so much better knowing that Kai was safe and sound with her helper. The senior Weyrwoman had been working with the Headwoman when the High Reach Riders came barreling into her airspace, it left her no time to run back to her Weyr to collect her son. What little time she did have was spent convincing Millieth that she needed to hide as quickly as possible. If she was needed by the Bronzes they would call her to them, but until then she would hide. Millieth had not gone quietly. Petting Azaran as she moved through the crowded hatching arena, Kaegan watched one of the Junior Weyrlings take charge. The Bronzeling was Mavenath, but the human's name was lost on her. She tended to remember Millieth's babies better than the people who bonded to them.
She knew a few things about healing... maybe she could help a little if it came down to it. Help yes, fix! Fix like the Pinkone does. "Something like that Dash. Not as well though." Stepping over a few pairs of legs, Kaegan moved to the side to avoid the young Gold as a Wherhandler spoke to her. She hid a smile behind one of her hands, even though the situation was more serious than it felt like. As she swung her gaze around the 'healer's' corner, the Weyrwoman stepped quietly next to one of the Weyrlings who looked consumed with thought, but her attention was on Meira as she spoke. "Unfortunately, I only have a knife. Though, my shirt and skirt can be used as bandaging material. I'm wearing a long undershirt and thick cotton breaches." A pause. "I was cold this morning." She shrugged slightly, voicing her excuse. Casting a glance over her shoulder, the Weyrwoman watched the Whers and Dragons assemble. She didn't like the feeling that stole over her in that moment...
Mimic! Hatchling and Yours are good? Hatching seem upset.
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Jan 29, 2010 22:05:10 GMT -5
Mavenath swung his head around to regard M’kai as he arrived. His bonded’s twin clutch brother was here as well. So many people packed into such a small space. One would think the seniors should have stayed in their weyrs. No way to fix such now however. They would just have to make the best of the situation they where in. Speaking of which…the young bronze watched the crowds with a interested gaze. At least they where becoming more organized. That was good.
M’kai’s ribbing was taken with good nature and Cr’oph smiled at his brother. “No. Not yet anyway.” Flashing a grin he drew his blade and twirled it. “So shall we help with the defense effort?”
Swinging his head back towards Futh Mavenath crooned. Hello Futh. I do believe you are needed with the other senior weyrlings to defend the entrance should we be attacked. You should hurry there. His tone was pleasant but firm. He was wasting time. Dropping his head down toward his bonded the bronze huffed. If you must participate that is fine. But I will stay back here on the sands and oversee what I can. If I need you, you are to come back immediately. Cr’oph rolled his eyes but patted his dragon’s large muzzle amiably. “Sure Mave if that’s what you want.” Hopefully they wouldn’t need human defenders anyway. With Morreliath taking up basically the entire entrance and the senior weyrlings ranged behind him, they had a pretty good defense. At least for the moment.
Thoughts of defenses and such where derailed as Meagen made her way through the crowds and towards the pair. “Megs?” Cr'oph queried his voice containing a note of surprise. The presence of the feline was confusing to the bronze weyrling as well. Why hadn’t she left it at her bunk? Stupid girl. Jiggles announced suddenly from his perch on Cr’oph’s shoulder before scrambling behind his bonded's hair. Stupid girl. Stupid meatfools. The meatfools where everywhere and it was annoying. It put the mandyr in a horrible mood.
Clearing his throat Cr’oph shook his head. “Megs you should be with the candidates shouldn’t you? Besides…it isn't safe here.” He would much rather her be somewhere safer. The red head hazarded a quick look at his brother. Maybe he could talk some sense into her? Quickly as well. They hadn’t much time. Meagen could fight but that didn't matter. She didn't need too.
With a shake of his head and a gesture to his brother that he should take care of the problem Cr’oph leapt the rail and trotted quickly towards S’kor. He couldn't worry about her right now. “Cr’oph of Mavenath sir? Have you orders?” Mavenath watched his bonded go with something akin to approval before moving carefully out of the way of a pair of weyrfolk. If I am needed let me know Crymine. Carefully he turned to keep track of the movements of the crowd, ready and willing to raise alarm if such was needed.
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Erilena was busy trying to move things into some semblance of order when Charming settled on her shoulder. Turning in surprise to the flit she smiled and stroked down his hide. "Did Nephy send you here?" Her friend was always looking over her. That thought gave her some bit of peace. Everything would be fine. It had to be.
She was so intent on the flit that when Tenlie addressed her she wasn't ready. The glasscrafter’s voice caused her to jump and her eyes widened as the woman spoke. What? Why was she asking her. She didn’t think she was in charge did she? Looking around as if her surroundings would give her an answer the green weyrling was forced to admit that for now it seemed as if she where unfortunately in charge. “Um that’s good. Could you lay them on the table over there?” Erilena gestured to a table which already held a few articles of clothing that could be torn for bandaging and a few skins of water. Right now it was a meager batch of supplies, but all they had.
Digging in her shoulder bag she brought out a few head scarves and a few strips of leather. The scarves could be used as bandaging the leather maybe for applying pressure or possibly a type of tourniquet. As she was laying out the materials a wave of relief came across her bond and she turned to see Trilaranth and R’ven making their way towards the healing station. Quickly the greenrider offered a quick wave and left Feyrianth to bound down towards the brown. Tril have you and yours come to help? We are glad you did. She said softly raising her head to look around her. There where so many people now...and look it was the Jingth gold. Said gold was offered a quiet croon as she approached the makeshift area.
Erilena was glad to see Meira. The gold rider was an actual healer wasn’t she? Or close enough anyway. “Ma’am we have some supplies set out over there.” Erilena gestured to the bench that contained the various clothing and the skins of water. “We also have some tools like a needle and such but not much other than that.” Information given she waited silently, although Keagan’s appearance did cause a bit of nervousness to flutter through her. The Senior Weyrwoman was here? Taking a calming breath she awaited any orders that could some her way. Her nervousness was easier to swallow when she was busy after all.
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Tynaris gripped the blade Emoyan provided him and swallowed against the lump in his throat. Ok so maybe weyrlife wouldn’t be quite as boring as he had first thought it to be. He nodded at the offered instructions and hoped to Faranth that he wouldn’t have to use them.
He had never gutted anything other than a fish, and the thought of sticking the blade into another human being on purpose made him vaguely nauseous.
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Kaaoloth was grateful for the words Morreliath offered his weyrlings and he also reached out to them all. Morreliath is right. Please follow his orders as closely as possible. Azrath and his are there among you. If you have any questions you can ask him for further clarification. Staying down and still amongst the trees, the large brown waited for a signal. For better or worse they would be stuck with the Cyclone wing for the moment. The hatching sands where already uncomfortably packed with almost fully to fully grown dragon’s and people. Adding another large brown would have been foolish. Besides he and his would rather fight for their weyrling’s safety. Last time Kaaoloth had been left out. Not this time.
Carefully he watched as a green detached herself from the hovering wing to buzz Morreliath. As she darted away and flamed at the undergrowth Kaaoloth readied himself to move. He could almost feel the heat from the flames as they grew and he felt Sel’n brush his mind calmly. Easy Kaaoloth. Not yet. Wait for it. The brown understood Morreliath’s order perfectly and waited as patiently as he was able for the image from Kierjaath.
Then in an instant the image came across the link and Kaaoloth seized it. With a powerful lunge from his back legs the brown leapt above the foliage and pumped the air. As soon as he was in open air he passed between. The icy chill snapped Sel’n quickly into the present and helped to focused his mind for the upcoming battle. In seconds warm air once again welcomed his senses.
As Kaaoloth emerged from between he growled in warning. May the battle begin.
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Shiny
creeper!Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Jan 29, 2010 23:05:14 GMT -5
Slouched in a sitting position on the sand, J'ash stroked the dragon's head resting in his lap. The blade that Emoyan had given him was tucked somewhat under one of his legs. He had no safe place to store it; but on the bright side, he had very easy access to it if he needed it.
Despite being a normally upbeat person, the young adult's features seemed to have the sunken features of a scared puppy. The subconscious stroking of Craivaruth stopped when the blue-green dragon tilted his head upwards, regarding his with large yellow eyes. I do not like to see you anxious like this.[/i] J'ash sighed as Craivaruth lifted his head, turning it to scan what little he could see from between people's legs and backs. I cannot see anything. Too many people in the way... I was going to suggest that we find someone that you know. Safety in numbers. It would also help keep insanity at bay.[/i] Craivaruth left out the part of Fort being right outside where they were now, although he was sure it was displayed in his eyes.
"Ah!" J'ash's hung head rose, a glimmer present in his gray eyes. "Well, there's... there's L'nu, I suppose. Don't really know anybody else that well," a pathetic laugh escaped him as he stood. "It'll be hell trying to find the kid, but hey. It's worth a shot." Don't forget your knife, J'ashmine.[/i] 'Oh...'
With knife slid into the side of his boot, he began his search awkwardly, trying not to bend the ankle with the weapon too much. Craivaruth trailed behind, too big now to slither through people's legs easily.
Over there![/i] called Craivaruth, darting over towards his clutchbrother, Paglieth. J'ash followed suit. "L'nu! Oh man, you have no idea how glad I am to see you." He plopped down next to the person he considered a friend. "Hope you don't mind some company."
Paglieth,[/i] the malevolent-looking dragon turned his supernaturally yellow eyes on his brother, we have to protect them. If anything happens, try to stick with me or either of us won't have a chance.[/i][/size]
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 30, 2010 0:35:48 GMT -5
X'rx glanced at Meira, biting his lip for a moment before stripping his shirt off without preamble. The knife slashed with the swift precision only a drudge who'd worked half his life in the kitchens could manage, making short work of the garment. He dumped the strips into the growing pile Erilena had started, the greenweyrling pulling the feathers from his hair, set in place with a long pin that would work well enough should they need it. That was set to one side with the bandages. Glancing at his utility knife, he replaced it after a moment; too dirty to be used on anyone, anyway. And they really had no way to clean it here.
Glancing to Cer'c and Erilena, he shifted restlessly before the girl started in on Meira. Girl, woman, wherhandler. X'rx hated conflict...above almost anything, and though he could do absolutely nothing about the sad state of affairs outside the hatching grounds, the slender figure of a young man spoke up quietly before the goldrider could get offended. "I believe she meant people who can't help. It is a little crowded here, especially once people start bringing the...wounded...back." Swallowing on a dry throat, the familiar sight of R'ven helped. Eveyth, normally exciteable, pressed against his leg silently, watching the roiling masses in front of them. X'rx stroked her reassuringly.
Having completely lost all semblance of patience, the moment he caught a momentary glance of that distinctive shimmering hide, M'ta shouldered his way through the crowd as fast as he was able...which was surprisingly swift. The man was rather solid, after all, and his short stature actually made it easier to move people aside. There was something to be said for a lower center of gravity. Behruth's news came just at that moment. Too late. Too late to get the weyrlings back to their weyrs where they belonged. The only one M'ta acknowledged, aside from Meira, was Yoalla...and that only to growl at the healer.
"She's right. Do you have any idea how long it took me to find you? R'wign's at the infirmary with Teri...where you should be with Riaren." His family. M'ta wasn't too forgiving about his family...odd as it was to claim a male weyrmate, an adopted daughter, the son of his weyrmate and the woman who'd jumped his weyrmate as a family. "Should have at least allowed the rest of your weyrling class a chance; you were all safer in your weyrs. I should be with my wing, but here I am babysitting you." Ignoring the orders flying around, his eyes swept over the gathered...weyrlings mostly, it looked like. M'ta's arms settled over his chest, turning his gaze toward the entrance. Lovely. All packed up nice and tight...just hope no one started a panic and half the crowd got trampled to death. Didn't even need Fort interference for that.
Noisy, hot, stupids everywhere. Should go back, sleep harperlove. Wrong time. This Dementia punctuated with a yawn as she dangled from the tangled mass of his hair by her claws. The fact that she was displaying only irritation was indication enough that the salamandyr was no more awake than her human counterpart. Stifling a similar yawn in the crook of his elbow, he turned at the voice behind him as Dmisk returned Pidesk's greeting with cold, grim formality. Dmitri's arm dropped and he blinked at Eikane, frowning for a moment. "The...hopefully? What fool puts whers and wherhandlers woken in the middle of the day at the less-defended entrance? The one minus a dragon. You know, whatever. Only live once and all that."
Eyes flicked to Nautic. "You really think I'm crazy enough to come to the slaughterhouse on my own? I'm fairly certain Quintresk and Quintrell went to ground...which is what we should have done. Or just not got out of bed." Snarling openly at the nudge from Dmisk, he sniffed. "But since we're here...always wanted to become a part of one of my songs about tragic heroism," he added with no small amount of flat sarcasm. Despite the grumping, he mounted Dmisk easily, laying himself flat against his back to make the disorientation as small as possible. Dmisk brushed Yosk's mind, questioning where her handler was; she'd be at a big disadvantage without Yoalla to see for her.
Dmitri didn't dismount when Dmisk took up position, the blue shifting restlessly for a moment before settling in to wait. He offered one of his rare croons to Nautsk. She needn't worry...he'd take care of what needed to be done if she just watched his back, yes?
Finally. F'ur, sprawled out on a low-ish branch and flicking nuts at some of the riders from sheer boredom, watched the scene unfold from Inocenth's eyes. A grim smile took his features. Stupid bronze. The wingseconds weren't...completely incompetent. But you had to question some of these decisions. Not that he really cared as long as he got to fight. Flicking a glance at F'lix, he waved to his weyrmate who'd just climbed a nearby tree moments before, then dropped neatly onto Inocenth's back, catching the strap in a gloved hand and pulling himself up in a smooth motion. His specialized straps attached low on a calf, merely a failsafe and easy to slash through in the event he needed to. F'ur levered up and forward, a hand running along Inocenth's neck in a position that resembled a runner jockey. He settled his goggles in place, and Inocenth burst up through the lower canopy, a scream breaking his throat.
He knew which one he wanted.
Winking Between immediately, they didn't wait, but went Between again, arriving at a spot above the green and her flames. Inocenth tucked his wings and dove, slashing at her with his wicked talons as he aimed to sever a wing from her body. Not waiting, he twisted to one side, coiling as F'ur fed him another set of coordinates and they emerged startlingly close to the other Fort dragons. Inocenth let loose with flame, darting into the mass and lashing out where he could before dropping down and blinking Between again, this time emerging high in the cover of the clouds where the bluepair hovered to see the damage and what stir the other Selenitas dragons were making. To mark their next target.
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Post by mierce on Jan 30, 2010 1:01:22 GMT -5
Cer’c shuffled backwards as Jingth’s large form approached, awe and fear washing over him like a tidal wave. Well no, he wasn’t afraid of Jingth per se, especially since Meira seemed like a genuinely nice girl; it just wasn’t hard to backpedal when faced with a giant beast who could have you as a snack. Harmonyth, in contrast, stood her ground besides Hers, seeing no reason to be afraid of a Gold simply because it was a Gold. Instead, she directed her attention to the others who had started to set up camp at the make-shift healing station, particularly the strips of cloth that were appearing from Erilena’s bag.
Are those for fixing, Cer’clove?
“Hmm?” Cer’c let his vision drift over to where Erilena was was trying to improve their supply. “I guess?” He didn’t really understand what was going on until he witnessed X’rx shredded his shirt. Oh!
Flashing a smile towards Erilena’s direction, he bounded up towards the table. With much excitement, he drew a dagger from his boot and started to work the pile of clothes that had been left on the table. Of course, they could be used as bandages! Not exactly sterile or even clean of course (see, he paid attention while doing chores at the Infirmary!), but it would have to do.
Did no one think to bring some real supplies from the Infirmary? Harmonyth questioned as she watched Hers work through the clothes with mixed success. She mentally cringed as Cer’c’s hand slipped and he nearly made a cut in his arm. Perhaps you should let someone a little more skilled do the shredding?
Cer’c turned around and gave her a playful tsking hand gesture. I’m here to help, not sit around on my tush.
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Ruby
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Jr.Weyrwoman Caden Bronzehandler Piden Bluerider M'kai Bluerider T'ri Greenrider Tenlie Greenhandler Serissa
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Post by Ruby on Jan 30, 2010 2:17:37 GMT -5
As they waited, a thought entered Pidesk's mind: Yosk. The bronze was fond of the green, despite their rare interactions, so he didn't want her hurt. He searched for her mind, offering protection if she was scared, or someone to watch her back if she wanted to fight. Only then did Eikane and Eikask come up, effectively negating that offer. Pidesk made it clear that it was still available, though. If Yosk was even listening. Oh yes, the gold Piden hadn't bothered to meet yet.
"Piden of Pidesk," he offered, "And nice to meet you, finally". Now was not the time for conversation, though. He raised an eyebrow at the other man when he was called an 'older wherhandler'; Eikane was clearly four or five turns older than Piden at least, and several inches taller. Still, not important. Piden didn't like being ordered to do anything by anyone, but he wasn't about to shoot the messenger when there were attacking dragons outside. And fire, if the heat and the roar was anything to go by. "Alright, works for me. I'll take the center if you and Eikask want to stay a little further away from the fighting, but it's up to you. Otherwise... Pidesk, would you let the other browns and bronzes know to fan out around us, and keep out of Morreliath's way?" Pidesk did exactly that, making sure they had as much of the front entrance covered as possible.
Tenlie nodded to Erilena and went for the table, oblivious to the arriving Gold behind her. Her kit wasn't going to be that useful, but at least it was something. The glass cutter, a small circular blade that turned as you pushed it through the glass, might be useful. Her scissors, glass pliers, and pinchers, too. The needle for sure, although it was for sewing leather, not flesh. Pen knife was good. The dull lathykin knife went back in the satchel- useless, and used with lead all the time. The pallet knife, lasting nail and wire brush went back too, although the stopping knife and the waxing tool went into the small, growing pile. The stopping knife was a wicked, curved blade about eight inches long, and the waxing tool was a hollow tube- had to be useful for something. She kept the pestle for herself. The leather apron went next to the tools, then her small packets of minerals on the other side. Last but potentially the most useful: a small canister of burn ointment.
By this time Jingth had arrived. Tenlie leaped about ten feet into the air at the Gold's voice- she wasn't used to dragons bespeaking her, especially not with the power of a gold. She felt like she couldn't disobey, and slunk sideways away from the table. She didn't know any of the others here, and who knew who was actually a healer. Then a Wherhandler stood up to the Gold, and Tenlie fell in beside her. Not quite as dramatic, but still. "Like I did say, I do be no healer, but I DO be strong, and instructions I can follow. Tell me what, and I will do it." Shifting her attention to the Gold's rider, and then the other woman who appeared to know what she was doing (Tenlie didn't know Kaegan on sight), she waited for instructions.
Futh crooned back, dipping his head to his 'twin'. Hello, Mavenath. And I am on my way, but I must have M'kai with me. I will not leave him. Confident that the Bronze would understand, he dipped a shoulder, waiting for his rider to mount. We will move faster with you on my back. "Want a ride to S'kor?" M'kai offered to Cr'oph, having heard someone go through the crowd asking potential fighters to report there. But before Cr'oph could answer, there was Megs. Oh, shards. M'kai had forgotten she was going to be around- now instead of vague anticipation of a clash with Fort (Benden loyalties died hard, even in M'kai), he was paniced. Megs could not get hurt. He'd never forgive himself, but this was not going to be easy.
Surreptitiously meeting Cr'oph's look, he put a hand on Meagen's shoulder, leading her towards the back entrance. "Cr'oph's right, you should be with the candidates. How else are they going to survive if someone comes in the back way, or breaks through the front? You have to keep them together and safe, alright? They'll need you," he said, true urgency in his tone. It was true, too. The candidates were the Weyr's future, even if Megs wasn't exactly one anymore. And without a dragon, she'd be much less useful at the front. Truly, M'kai felt the same about Cr'oph, but it was too late to catch his brother now. "Ok?" he asked finally, looking deep into her eyes for a second before swinging up onto Futh's back. "Don't you dare get hurt," he added, and Futh headed for the front entrance. He took up his place behind the line of Whers, and M'kai swung down, kinves in hand. They were ready.
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Post by dragon on Jan 30, 2010 2:23:34 GMT -5
L'nu practically came out of his skin, until he saw it was only J'ash. "Oh, hi." He answered, eyes still wide as saucers. Rose peeped a bit, before cramming her head inside the collar of his shirt. Her belly was already distended wide with the bulk of eggs; the same eggs that seemed to have subdued her normal aggressive nature by quite a bit. A bit backward, that seemed to be, but ... heh. It was Rose. What was normal? He never did let go of the gold, as he stepped over toward where J'ash was. "What's that? And where did you get it?" L'nu asked, even though he knew darn good and well what it was. Obviously. It was a knife.
L'nu didn't have one of those. He didn't have anything at all except his flitter. And Paglieth. Who curled his tail across the ground as he turned his gaze upon his blue brother. We must, and we will. Let them come, and taste of our talons! The blue, for once, didn't have that strange twisting about in his speech, and his mind voice had a very unusual icy bent to it. There was no doubt about it, Paglieth was going to fight, and viciously, to protect his. He was not a push over dragon when it came down to the line. His extra talons were lifted along with the rest, as the tense weyrling kept a sharp eye out for any dangers. His would be safe. So would Craivaruth's, if the other lad happened to stay close enough. Paglieth lifted his lips, baring all of his point teeth in a silent snarl.
"This is crazy." C'oar decided, lifting his sword and sliding it home in the sheath over his shoulder with practiced ease. Mount up? What ever happened to guarding the entrance to the sands, then? People were going to die, today, and there didn't seem to be any way around it. Growling in frustration, C'oar sprinted the few steps it took to get to where Frosstyth was waiting. A simply bounding spring, and he made it up the muscular brown's shoulder to settle astride him. Frossyth straightened even as C'oar clipped into the harness. They hesitated only a moment on the ground for the orders and image to come through. Not an instant later, Frosstyth was launching into the air, blasting his way through the canopy in the process. Lifting his stormy mud-swirl colored wings, he gave them one stiff downstroke before vanishing between.
This time, he was going to make a difference. This time, they would do whatever it took to keep Selenitas safe.
Frosstyth reappeared high in the sky, bringing his wings in tight even as he swirled his tail around behind him, steering for a fast and tight maneuver that brought him in tight with Kaaloth. The burly brown backed up the older brown solidly. Wherever the Weyrling Master struck, Frossyth would be right behind to pack a second solid punch with fire and talons both.
C'oar rode with one gloved hand twisted into and gripping his harness, but his dagger was still securely gripped in the other. Just in case. One never knew what might happen next.
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Lotty
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Rider Mi?rah Rider K?sel Rider Osnat Healer Raebeli
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Post by Lotty on Jan 30, 2010 2:30:32 GMT -5
Ridermine... Kierjaarth broke the silence between them once more as they waited for their good old pals, the Fortians. So wrapped up in sets of unused strategies and memories of abandoned sketches was the rider that he nearly missed the dark rumble of his dragons voice pressing lightly against his brain. Yes? Is there a way to me to do that thing like you do? When someone does something stupid and you put your hand on your face? Baffled, the rider nearly spoke aloud, but trained his tongue to silence for the sake of their hiding spots...not that he imagined they could be safe under the cover of trees anyway. He thought that the woods would be the first place to look...and they could go up in flames so easily. Fort surely knew that. I ummm... And then he knew what the bronze was getting at....
That was one noisy bronze, a fact that was echoed by his own dragon's disapproving scoff. Was this the plan? Was there a plan? In Mi'rah's opinion there couldn't be a plan in place, those types of things took time and effort and meticulous detail - but maybe that was just the man's own style. He would just have to wing it he supposed and hope that S'kor knew what he was doing because he himself was obviously not in the position to be giving out orders. The truth in the rumors of the other bronzerider being groomed for leadership was more than obvious. Still, Mi'rah was ever obedient and silent on all matters, especially now that the insurgents had arrived. Yeah, not a good time to raise any questions.
Hmmmf deferring to my good sense. About time... Kierjaarth mentioned casually to His as the message came across to him. Cocky much? I just...it's not the time to be so difficult. It would be in the best interest of the Weyr to comply. The dragon shifted silently as he peering through the foliage up to a spot high in the sky behind the attackers. That would be a good place to pop out at, He is going to get all the credit for this...but if I mess up all of the blame...[/i] Mi'rah crinkled his face in disgust. Not so much at his dragon's pettiness, but at the smell of fast burning underbrush. Sharding southerners and their greenery! The Fortian's blaze made quick work of the limbs and leaves it touched, and the fire would only grown. The man wasn't usually one for such language but at this point even he was thinking: Shit. Hurry it up, before we all catch fire preferably pal... But you can't rush perfection. Kierjaarth sent the coordinates throughout the wing, and then slunk his way through the trees in his cat like ways. There were perks to not being a hulking dragon, in his case it was pure grace, and he knew every way to harness it. Through a hole in the trees the dragon snaked out into the sky, and no sooner than he was clear of the canopy the dragon went missing again, gone between for those few bated breaths before he came out again to the skies above the hatching grounds. Without a war cry, without bravado, the bronze began to stalk his prey. Ebon talons were set on kill, fire was nice, but it had been so long since he really got his hands, erm claws, dirty, and he (not speaking for Mi'rah) liked that feeling. Now which one did he want? Inocenth went in for the green...maybe he should take out some bigger prey?
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Post by midnight on Jan 30, 2010 5:17:13 GMT -5
Meagen was not in the mood to be argued with. Her head tilted back as she glared at the male. Cry had no right to tell her she couldn't fight. After everything she had been through, this would be almost a healing excercise for her. Defending those that her heart laid with. It was something the young woman had craved for ages. To be able to prove to Mik and Cry, that she had truly learned.
She rolled her shoulders back and stared directly into Cry's eyes. "I'm no longer a Candidate, my place is where I feel it is. That is fighting to keep my people safe. " She stated as she stared at the bronze-weyrling. She was no longer a child, that was obvious by how she looked at him, and then Mik. Her resolve was very firm, very firm indeed.
She was ready to show them she was ready to help, but then Miks hand landed on her shoulder. Her eyes softened as she looked up at the male, her emotions showing quite easily in her eyes. She gave a bit of a quirky smile, as she looked up at him. "I feel my place is best to my descision. I may love you, but that will not under any circumstances allow that to sway my decision." She stated very firmly.
He told her to not get hurt, and as he turned to leave she grabbed his hand for a moment. "The same goes for you, shard-it. Mik, if you die... I don't know what I'll do. You better sharding live... or I'll bring you back myself just to strangle the /Between/ out of you!" She yelled at him. Well more like ranted, but that didn't matter at the moment. He was right, protecting the candidates was what she needed to do.
She was needed, so she headed towards there. Still staying partially near the front. From the middle she could get at any direction, pretty quickly. The back entrance was more then safe at the moment. It would be fine, as there was dragons all around. If one fell, the others could stop the people coming in to retrieve what they thought was theirs...
Heading towards the back, she warily watched everything. She kept her hands on her knives, waiting patiently for when she would have to defend what needed defending. She wasn't afraid to kill, in fact she did need practice for the day she would seek her revenge on D'mian. That thought felt like sunshine on after a long rainstorm. Ohhh how she would relish in that!
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Post by tarra on Jan 30, 2010 8:29:11 GMT -5
Katar and Sonarth
They appeared, and at the sight of the invaders Sonarth stilled his sidling, his body held in terse, calm stasis beneath the thin canopy of leaves. Katar braced herself along his neck, crouching to strengthen her hold for the leap she knew would come. Ignoring the ranting noises emitting from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds, the blue pair stared out through the foliage at the green now circling low.
I know her.
Aye, but she isn't likely to remember.
The rest may.
It's a chance we'll take. I think it'll be good to sink talon into some of them...
Agreed.
Morreliath revised his orders, and the blue crouched low over his bough. As the image came he sprang, light as wind through a half-torn patch of leaves in front of him; and as he burst from the trees he betweened.
They came out high, positioned behind the attacking Fortian riders. Kierjaath was nearby, as were Rinagth, Kaaoloth and a few others. Sonarth snarled as he folded his wings, angling for the packed formation of the invaders. Katar leaned in with him, and together they went boldly at the Fort riders even as Inocenth appeared suddenly and blazed through in a stream of fire. Changing his angle with a tilt and sweep of wings, the lithe blue was hot on the heels of the other dragons as he swept through. Fire sprang from his jaws, was applied liberally in any direction where the Fort dragons were still clustered; Inocenth had meant to break up the formation, and Sonarth would support him in that venture. But he was not stupid enough to stay and argue with a formation of dragons, even a loosened one. Katar craned her head, caught a good glimpse of open sky, and her blue betweened just as he was pulling out of the mass.
He reappeared a few dragonlengths higher, tail lashing his anticipation as he glided over the scene with jaws parted, seeking a target.
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Post by rii on Jan 30, 2010 13:17:17 GMT -5
Trilaranth didn't budge from his spot, his sixteen feet of bulky length remaining sprawled in front of the healer's corner even as Jingth made it clear that any non-healers should scram. His tail made a slight twitch across the sands, brushing against the legs of the idling weyrfolk to make them shuffle to a more welcoming corner. Mine suggested that we remained back here, to protect the healers. Trilaranth supplied in a lazy draw as he twisted his neck around so he could regard his four-winged sister. He wasn't concern or in a panic, his was calm enough, and honestly Trilaranth didn't understand the threat that was winging over their heads. Much ado about nothing, in his opinion. Crooning softly to Feyrianth, Trilaranth was silent a moment as he conversed with his bonded before answering her question. Mine does not know how to help the wounded, but he says if they need help moving the injured he is quite capable of that. Or holding down a panicking screamer -- I am not sure why anyone would be screaming, but this is what he says.. And it was convenient to converse through the dragons, instead of moving further into the corner and possible be in the way. Instead, R'ven returned Erilena's wave with a smile and shifted off to stand near the back wall. Two goldriders here.. the thought, seemingly random, was sent to his brown to further strengthen the purpose of staying in the back to guard friends and the important figures – the brown pair already had a experience in the area of protecting goldriders.. Listening to their conversation, R'ven slowly edged closer – the thoughts circling his head enough to draw his flitter back to him. And she landed gracefully on his shoulder, her thin tail wrapping half way around his neck as she curiously peered at the females he approached. She softly chittered her disinterest to him. "What do you need?" R'ven asked, eyes circling from Erilena, to Meira, then to Kaegan and any of the others that had drawn near. He lifted a hand up to his shoulder, bring the olive-green flitter down to sit on his sleeved forearm. "If it's small enough for a flitter to carry, Bonnie can fetch it from the infirmary for you.." And he was certain she could charm any of the nearby male flitters into adding in the task as well. "Bandages, or small bottles.." He had been around the infirmary enough, helping out, to know a bit of what the items were – at least enough to send Bonnie to snag. Even if it was only a little at time, at least it was something..? __________ At the wave, F'lix couldn't help the corner of his lips from briefly turning up in a smile. His dark golden eyes followed his weyrmate's movements while acknowledging the faint sense of disappointment at the other's departure. When the canopy above took flame and F'lix carefully shifted to a lower branch so the ones above his head would catch the falling ash and cinders. Tucked neatly out of view, F'lix opened his jacket a bit to pull up the front of his shirt to cover the lower half of his face. He closed his eyes to avoid them from tearing up due to the smoke filtering through the trees on the light breeze of wind and dragon wings. Settling in to his new nook, F'lix took glanced through his lashes at the entrance they were meant to be protecting. His mind briefly flitted to the smaller entrance on the other side, wondering who was guarding it, but his thoughts quickly shifted back to the task at hand. Must we all show at once..F'lix merely snorted. He wasn't going to be flushed from his spot so easily, but there in laid the advantages of having a photographic memory, he could give Saboth a series of coordinates without having to be mounted. He didn't enjoy aerial combat, but that may have something do with the mixture of flame and the snap of the cold of between making his stomach twist in knots. Uncoiling from his position, Saboth slipped out of his hiding spot and into the small clearing nearby. Enough to throw himself into the air, twisting around to make a show of heading straight for the Fort dragons. He disappeared between to arrive at the coordinates Kierjaarth had shared seconds earlier. The faded blue – a color pale enough to match him more to the Fort dragons than Benden or Selenitas – didn't share the same lust for battle as a few of the others around him exhibited. In a usual, eerily calm fashion the blue surged forward. All the while the images were shared with his grounded half, allowing the scene to be remembered and analyzed, earning instant guidance in return. Another wink between and he was past the group of Fort dragons, turning on wing tip to alter his course back toward the group – holding back his flame as the other blues skimmed the group. Saboth made his own flame go off at an angle of theirs, chasing any of the dragons that had not escaped between from Innocenth and Sonath's arrival. His wings dipped him into a steep dive toward the trees before he could get too close. Exchanging blows with claws didn't interest him..
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Post by archenstone on Jan 30, 2010 15:14:57 GMT -5
X'vier watched through tree limbs as the green harassed their bronze commander. They won't fall for it. The single Bronze won't be able to draw them in. His eyes narrowed as the green flamed grass and brush, setting it a blaze. They would be forced to move. He closed his eyes briefly, picturing landmarks he had picked on his way over here.
The brief moment his eyes where closed he sensed so many things. The smell of fresh air, usually scented with flowers was now tainted by smoke. Leaves rustled in the breeze and branches rubbed together. The small animal noises that usually pervaded the woods were silent in fear. The feeling of warm hide beneath his hand, a reassurance for the chaos about to occur. Battle was always chaos since once could never truly know the final outcome. Straps felt tight and secure and the familiar weight of his own weapons lay on him. He deepened his contact with Mirazeth, feeling the large brown's mind envelope his own. A welcoming embrace.
What X'vier could smell or see or hear were small compared to Mirazeth's stronger senses. He could feel a deep, territorial anger towards the Fortians. Mirazeth didn't need to tell him the new orders as he opened his eyes. Mirazeth moved forward, making his way to where he could leap and between.
There!
He had appeared above them. They had already begun to move in response to the others. He dipped his wings, diving towards a brown as if he was going to rake his claws into its back. At the last possible moment he snapped away, using the force of the turn to provide additional force behind his tail he aimed for the brown.
Rolling left into a cork screw roll he flamed towards the others and betweened....choosing a prepicked coordinate from X'vier's mind. He winked out above the hatching grounds high above with several hundred yards separating him from the attackers. Not a very far distance by dragon wing but would provide maneuvering room non the less. ________________________________________
V'rael and Taith
V'rael moved through the crowds towards S'kor as Taith followed at his own pace. Taith was stopping at any weyrling or frighting dragon to reassure them and offer comfort. Today was not a day for pranks or jokes...but he could still try to cheer those who needed it.
V'rael's main goal was S'kor so he could prepare to defend the people here if needed. He occasionally paused by frightened children to reassure them and direct them *and their dragonets if necessary* to where other younger people were and assigned people to take Chreche age children where they were supposed to be if he found one wandering.
Finding S'kor he stopped. "Just tell me were I need to go and I'm there S'kor."
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